This weekend if our final choir concert for the year. My final choir concert for college. I may never sing in a choir again ( Read more... )

Check out my quiz!  It's fun! :-D

So, the new guy in my life ( Read more... )

Okay, so my last post was really mopey about how I'm still having a hard time getting over my ex ( Read more... )

I can't stand it. It's been two months since the break up and he's still in my thoughts. I just want him to be out of my head. This is so unfair. When will I be able to get it through my thick skull that if he wanted to be with me, he'd be with me ( Read more... )

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
Margaret-Suzanne
Margaret
Margie, Margeaux

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
PaddingtonSilly
TipsyMargie
Marzann98

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My dark brown eyes
My smile
My butt

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My short stubby toes
My thighs
My teeth

THREE PARTS ( Read more... )

Had a tooth pulled today.  Had to have five vials of the local anesthetic pumped into me before I couldn't feel any pain.  Unable to eat solid foods.  But I'm constantly wanting to eat.  Been constantly having either Slim-fast, apple sauce, jello, or soup.  Got painkillers - thank goodness!  Yeah.

Been having so many liquids that I constantly ( Read more... )

She needs strength
A warm embrace
To fall into a pair of eyes
Eyes that sparkle whenever she is around
A smile that makes the world beautiful
If only to behold that smile again
One that she thought would only ever be meant for her
(She needs to remember to look in the mirror)


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Jaime and I broke up six weeks ago. We were together for three and a half months. Six fucking weeks later and I'm still not over it. Maybe it's because I really fell head over heels for this guy. Spent every day with him. Got really close really quick. Both our faults. Didn't help that I'm his first everything too. He didn't know his limits ( Read more... )

Seems like the older I get, the more neglected I feel at Christmas. Sounds like the complaint of a spoiled brat, which I'll admit I can be, but hear me out. When you're a kid, or at least when I was, at family-get-togethers, my brother and I would get piles upon piles of gifts. I have memories of my mom loading up the car with loads of gifts after ( Read more... )